About Me

“You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.”

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with the golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feetBut I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams... William Butler Yeats